Oh, Mother T
how I call your name for an uplift
a triple on ice
a warm glow over a dusty life
sister to mother
in drab determination
through the corridors of place and time
up garbage heaps
down impoverished streets
through the irk and foul of need
There you blew, in small steps
shrinking the inevitable huge
being there now, how there you were
i call your name to take me through the day
judih
April 09/2008
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